mò xuān liǎn zhǔ biàn 。 ér shū shēng kuáng xiào de shēng yīn sì jīng zhuàn rù le ěr biān 。 zhǐ kǎi sì zào shǒu fān zhuǎn 。 xùn jí wú bǐ de xiàng qián miàn yì diǎn ， nà yàn tāi fān zhuǎn guò lái ， lǐ miàn de mò zhī pō sǎ zài qīng huǒ jiàn de biǎo miàn 。
沫轩脸煮变。而书生狂笑的声音巳经传入了耳边。只慨四灶手翻转。迅疾无比的像前面一点，那砚台翻转过来，里面的墨汁泼洒在青火剑的表面。
Femu Xuan's face turned pale. The sound of the scholar's wild laughter had already reached his ears. With a swift flick of his hand, he flipped it towards the front. The inkstone flipped over, spilling its ink onto the surface of the Qinghu Sword.
yī gǔ guǐ yì de xiāng wèi ér dùn shí mí sàn chū lái 。 lín xuān xiū liàn yǒu bì huàn yōu huǒ ， dào bù pà yǒu dú 。 kě qīng huǒ jiàn biǎo miàn de líng guāng què xùn àn dàn 。 yǔ shén shí jiān de lián xì yě biàn dé ruò yǒu ruò wú le qǐ lái 。
一股诡异的香味儿顿时弥散出来。林轩修炼有碧幻幽火，倒不怕有毒。可青火剑表面的灵光却迅黯淡。与神识间的联系也变得若有若无了起来。
A strange fragrance instantly permeated the air. Lin Xuan was adept at碧幻幽火 (Bizarre Illusory Fiery Mist), so he wasn't afraid of poison. However, the spiritual light on the surface of the Qinghu Sword rapidly dimmed, and its connection with his divine sense became fainter.
“ guǐ shā yīn mò ！” lín xuān tóng kǒng wēi suō ， nán nán zì yǔ ， liǎn shàng yě liú lù chū jǐ fēn jīng chà zhī yì 。
“鬼煞阴墨！”林轩瞳孔微缩，喃喃自语，脸上也流露出几分惊诧之意。
"Ghostly煞 Yin Ink!" Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as he muttered to himself, showing a hint of surprise on his face.
méi xiǎng dào duì fāng jìng yōng yǒu zhè yàng de bǎo wù 。 guǐ shā yīn mò ， zài yīn sī jiè yě shì dà dà yǒu míng de 。 jù shuō shì cǎi jí xiōng hún yuàn qì ， zài jiā yǐ tiān dì zhì yīn de wū huì wù pǐn ， zài guǐ wù hán tán zhōng hù xiāng hùn hé ， rán hòu yòng jí wéi tè shū de bàn fǎ níng liàn chū lái de 。
没想到对方竟拥有这样的宝物。鬼煞阴墨，在阴司界也是大大有名的。据说是采集凶魂怨气，再加以天地至阴的污秽物品，在鬼雾寒潭中互相混合，然后用极为特殊的办法凝炼出来的。
He hadn't expected the other party to possess such a precious item. Ghostly煞 Yin Ink was well-known in the阴司界 (Netherworld Realm). It was said that it was made by collecting evil souls and resentful spirits, mixed with extremely yin substances from heaven and earth, then refined through very special methods.
cǐ wù zhì yīn zhì hán ， xiū shì ruò shì zhān shàng yì diǎn 。 zé huì zhòng dú ， bù guò zuì kě pà de ， hái shì xī duì bǎo wù de wū huì zuò yòng 。
此物至阴至寒，修士若是粘上一点。则会中毒，不过最可怕的，还是牺对宝物的污秽作用。
This substance was both extremely yin and cold. If a cultivator touched even a tiny bit of it, they would be poisoned. However, the most terrifying aspect was its corrupting influence on any treasure that came into contact with it.
rèn hé bǎo wù zhǐ yào zhān shàng ， dōu miǎn bù liǎo líng xìng dà shī ， wēi lì kuáng jiàng 。
任何宝物只要粘上，都免不了灵性大失，威力狂降。
Any treasure that touched this would lose much of its spiritual essence and power dramatically decrease.
jù shuō dāng nián yǒu yīn sī jiè de dà yāo guǐ 。 chuān yuè kōng jiān fèng xì ， lái dào zhè lǐ ， qí yōng yǒu de guǐ shā yīn mò ， jiù ràng xiū shì chī zú le kǔ tóu 。
据说当年有阴司界的大妖鬼。穿越空间缝隙，来到这里，其拥有的鬼煞阴墨，就让修士吃足了苦头。
It was said that in ancient times, a powerful ghost from the Netherworld Realm had crossed through spatial rifts to this place. Its Ghostly煞 Yin Ink caused cultivators great distress.
hòu lái shù míng yǔ nà yāo guǐ tóng jí de yuán yīng xiū shì 。 qián pū hòu jì ， qún qǐ gōng jī ， cái zhōng yú jiāng duì fāng jiǎn chú ， dàn guǐ shā yīn mò de míng tóu ， yě ràng xiū shì men bó rán biàn sè ， nǎi shì tiān xià yī děng yī de yīn xié zhī wù 。
后来数名与那妖鬼同级的元婴修士。前仆后继，群起攻击，才终于将对方剪除，但鬼煞阴墨的名头，也让修士们勃然变色，乃是天下一等一的阴邪之物。
Later, several high-ranking元婴 (Incubus) stage cultivators, one level above Lin Xuan, attacked together and finally eliminated it. However, the reputation of Ghostly煞 Yin Ink made cultivators wary; it was a first-rate evil item in the world.
zhè yīn sī jiè de bǎo wù ， zěn me huì chū xiàn zài yī rén lèi xiū shì de shǒu zhōng 。
这阴司界的宝物，怎么会出现在一人类修士的手中。
How could such an item from the Netherworld Realm appear in the hands of a human cultivator?
lín xuān de biǎo qíng ， shà shí jiān biàn dé fēi cháng yán sù 。
林轩的表情，霎时间变得非常严肃。
Lin Xuan's expression became very serious at that moment.
nán dào duì fāng yǔ yāo guǐ yǒu shén me guān lián me ？
难道对方与妖鬼有什么关联么？
Could this person have any connection with ghosts?
“ shào yé ， shì nǐ zì jǐ dà yì ， rén jiā zǎo jiù shuō guò ， zhè jiā huo de shēn shàng ， yǒu tóng lèi de qì xī 。” yuè ér tàn le kǒu qì ， biǎo qíng dài zhe jǐ fēn chēn guài zhī yì 。
“少爷，是你自己大意，人家早就说过，这家伙的身上，有同类的气息。”月儿叹了口气，表情带着几分嗔怪之意。
"Master, it is your own carelessness. They've already said that there are traces of同类 (same kind) energy on his body," Yue'er sighed, her expression tinged with reproach.
“ shì wǒ bú duì 。” lín xuān diǎn diǎn tóu ， zhè xiē shí rì yǐ lái ， suí zhe jìng jiè tí gāo ， zì jǐ què shí yǒu xiē jiāo kuáng ， miàn duì dà xiū shì shí hái hǎo yī xiē ， chū qī yǔ zhōng qī de yuán yīng xiū shì jī hū méi yǒu fàng zài yǎn lǐ ， zhè yàng bú duì ， bì jìng néng gòu jié yīng de xiū xiān zhě ， méi jǐ gè shì shěng yóu de rén wù 。 zì jǐ yǒu qí yù ， yǒu shén tōng ， ān zhī duì fāng jiù méi yǒu le 。
“是我不对。”林轩点点头，这些时日以来，随着境界提高，自己确实有些骄狂，面对大修士时还好一些，初期与中期的元婴修士几乎没有放在眼里，这样不对，毕竟能够结婴的修仙者，没几个是省油的人物。自己有奇遇，有神通，安知对方就没有了。
"It's my fault." Lin Xuan nodded. Recently, as his cultivation improved, he had become a bit arrogant. He paid more attention to high-ranking cultivators and barely regarded early and middle-stage Incubus stage cultivators. This was wrong; after all, few cultivators who could form an Incubus were ordinary people. Just because he had good fortune and unique abilities didn't mean the other party couldn't have them too.
xiū xiān bù bù jīng jí ， nǎ néng zhè yàng qīng xīn dà yì 。
修仙步步荆棘，哪能这样轻心大意。
Cultivation was fraught with danger at every step. One mustn't be careless.
lín xuān zài xīn zhōng jǐng xǐng zì jǐ ， ér qīng huǒ jiàn de guāng máng yǐ yuè àn dàn xià qù ， chèn zhe hái méi yǒu wán quán yǔ shén shí shī qù lián xì ， lín xuān máng jiāng pāo shōu le huí lái 。
林轩在心中警醒自己，而青火剑的光芒已越暗淡下去，趁着还没有完全与神识失去联系，林轩忙将抛收了回来。
Lin Xuan reminded himself as the light from the Qinghu Sword dimmed further. Seizing the last chance to maintain contact, Lin Xuan quickly retracted it.
jiàn shēn biǎo miàn ， guāng máng àn dàn ， yī xiē hēi qì jù ér bù sàn 。
剑身表面，光芒黯淡，一些黑气聚而不散。
The sword's surface was now dull, and some black mist lingered. He injected his mana into it, but its absorption rate had significantly slowed down. It seemed he would need a thorough ritual to restore it.
lín xuān jiāng fǎ lì zhù rù ， cǐ jiàn xī nà de dù què míng xiǎn màn le xǔ duō ， kàn lái bù hǎo hǎo jì liàn yī fān ， yǐ xiū xiǎng huán yuán 。
林轩将法力注入，此剑吸纳的度却明显慢了许多，看来不好好祭炼一番，已休想还原。
Lin Xuan flipped his hand and stored the sword in his storage bag.
lín xuān shǒu zhǎng yī fān ， jiāng xī shōu rù dào le chǔ wù dài 。
林轩手掌一翻，将牺收入到了储物袋。
Meanwhile, on the scholar's face, a sinister smile appeared as he wrote three 'fire' characters in the sky with his brush. Then, he tapped his storage bag, sending out dozens of crystal stones.
ér shū shēng de liǎn shàng ， zé lù chū le jǐ fēn zhēng níng de xiào yì lái 。
而书生的脸上，则露出了几分狰狞的笑意来。
They were all high-grade ones, which Lin Xuan couldn't help but be surprised by. This person's wealth was far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.
chèn zhe lín xuān dāi ， tā bǐ zǒu lóng shé ， yī lián zài tiān kōng zhōng xiě xià le sān gè huǒ 。
趁着林轩呆，他笔走龙蛇，一连在天空中写下了三个火。
Controlling three characters at once seemed to strain the scholar, as his face turned pale and a blood arrow shot out. The blood quickly merged with the spiritual light in the crystal stones before being absorbed into the three 'fire' characters.
rán hòu zài chǔ wù dài shàng yī pāi ， cóng lǐ miàn fēi chū le shù shí kē jīng shí lái 。
然后在储物袋上一拍，从里面飞出了数十颗晶石来。
A fierce wind arose from nowhere, making the sky seem darker. A cluster of ghostly flames surrounded the scholar's body on all sides, each about the size of a fist but numbering in the tens of thousands.
quán shì gāo pǐn de ， lín xuān bù yóu de yī è ， zhè jiā huo de shēn jiā guǒ rán yuǎn fēi pǔ tōng xiū shì kě bǐ 。
全是高品的，林轩不由得一愕，这家伙的身家果然远非普通修士可比。
Lin Xuan was also taken aback, feeling his scalp tingle. But this was only the beginning. The scholar's expression turned sinister as he suddenly took a deep breath and began moving his hands wildly. Cold and eerie mist emerged from his body, filled with ghostly howls that sounded incredibly mournful.
tóng shí cāo kòng sān gè zì ， shū shēng yě xiǎn de yǒu xiē chī lì ， liǎn shàng de biǎo qíng cāng bái wú bǐ ， yī kǒu xuè jiàn pēn le chū qù 。 xuè xùn yǔ jīng shí zhōng de líng guāng xiāng róng hé 。 rán hòu yì qǐ bèi nà sān gè huǒ zì gěi xī nà jìn 。
同时操控三个字，书生也显得有些吃力，脸上的表情苍白无比，一口血箭喷了出去。血迅与晶石中的灵光相融合。然后一起被那三个火字给吸纳进。
Yue'er had spoken correctly; it seemed this strange scholar indeed had some connection to ghosts.
kuáng fēng píng kōng ér qǐ ， tiān sè fǎng fú yě àn dàn xǔ duō ， shū shēng de shàng xià zuǒ yòu ， mí màn qǐ le yī tuán tuán de yīn huǒ 。
狂风凭空而起，天色仿佛也暗淡许多，书生的上下左右，弥漫起了一团团的阴火。
Rituals, ghosts, this was truly peculiar.
cǎn bái de yán sè ， měi yī tuán jǐn yǒu quán tou nà me dà ， rán ér què yǒu shù wàn zhī duō 。
惨白的颜色，每一团仅有拳头那么大，然而却有数万之多。
Unknown origins of this odd scholar, but Lin Xuan no longer held any contempt for him.
lín xuān yě bù yóu de bó rán biàn sè ， gǎn jué tóu pí yǒu diǎn má ， rán ér zhè bù guò jǐn jǐn shì kāi shǐ 。 nà shū shēng biǎo qíng yīn lì ， shén sè què biàn de zhāng kuáng wú bǐ ， tū rán shēn shēn xī le kǒu qì ， suí hòu shuāng shǒu wǔ dòng bù yǐ ， cóng tā shēn tǐ lǐ ， mào chū yīn sēn ér hán lěng de wù qì ， lǐ miàn guǐ xiào bù zhǐ ， xiǎn de fēi cháng qī lì 。
林轩也不由得勃然变色，感觉头皮有点麻，然而这不过仅仅是开始。那书生表情阴厉，神色却变的张狂无比，突然深深吸了口气，随后双手舞动不已，从他身体里，冒出阴森而寒冷的雾气，里面鬼啸不止，显得非常凄厉。
The ghostly mist enveloped the scholar's body. The wails of vengeful spirits filled his ears, and something even more bizarre occurred.
yuè ér méi yǒu shuō cuò ， kàn lái zhè jiā huo guǒ rán yǔ yīn hún yǒu yī xiē gǔ guài lián xì de 。
月儿没有说错，看来这家伙果然与阴魂有一些古怪联系的。
"Quick!"
rú jiā ， yīn hún ， zhè hái zhēn yǒu xiē guǐ yì 。
儒家，阴魂，这还真有些诡异。
With a stern expression, the scholar pointed at the air. Countless ghostly flames began to coalesce into a ten-meter-tall phantom figure in mid-air.
bù zhī dào zhè gǔ guài de shū shēng ， dào dǐ yǒu shén me lái lì 。
不知道这古怪的书生，到底有什么来历。
It was a grotesque demon with prominent horns on its head, wings gently flapping behind it. Its eyes were as large as copper bells and had an eerie purple-red hue, their pupils long and slender. Both hands and feet bore black nails that emitted a heart-stirring aura.
dàn lín xuān xiàn zài ， yǐ méi yǒu yī sī yī háo qīng shì 。
但林轩现在，已没有一丝一毫轻视。
The ghost let out a roar like a whale sucking in water, swallowing all the surrounding ghostly mist. The sound of bones breaking filled his ears as the phantom figure began to solidify.
nà xiē guǐ wù bāo guǒ zhù shū shēng de shēn tǐ ， yuān hún de lì xiào shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， suí hòu gèng jiā gǔ guài de shì qíng shēng le 。
那些鬼雾包裹住书生的身体，冤魂的厉啸声传入耳朵，随后更加古怪的事情生了。
Puff...
“ jí ！”
“疾！”
The scholar coughed up another mouthful of blood, his face turning pale as death but with excitement on it: "How is it? My Blood Soul True Demon Skill has only reached its third layer, but by utilizing spiritual stones and treasures, I summoned a holy ghost's essence. This demon's cultivation is already not inferior to high-ranking cultivators. Friend, you're too late to regret now. Rest assured, I won't kill your body slowly after destroying it; I will bind your Incubus and gradually extract your soul."
zhǐ jiàn nà shū shēng biǎo qíng yán sù de yì diǎn zhǐ ， tā zhōu wéi shǔ yǐ wàn jì de yīn huǒ kāi shǐ níng jù ， yī gāo dà shí zhàng de xū yǐng chū xiàn zài le bàn kōng lǐ 。
只见那书生表情严肃的一点指，他周围数以万计的阴火开始凝聚，一高大十丈的虚影出现在了半空里。
The scholar laughed maniacally.
shì yī zhēng níng è guǐ ， tóu shàng de jiān jiǎo yǐn rén zhǔ mù ， bèi shàng de shuāng chì qīng qīng pāi dǎ zhe 。 yī duì yǎn jīng dà ruò tóng líng ， gèng chéng xiàn chū yāo yì de zǐ hóng sè ， tóng kǒng yě yǔ rén lèi dà bù yí yàng ， xiǎn de pǒ wèi xì cháng ， shuāng shǒu shuāng jiǎo jiē zhǎng zhe wū hēi de zhǐ jiǎ ， yǐn yǐn sàn chū lìng rén xīn jì de yōu guāng 。
是一狰狞恶鬼，头上的尖角引人瞩目，背上的双翅轻轻拍打着。一对眼睛大若铜铃，更呈现出妖异的紫红色，瞳孔也与人类大不一样，显的颇为细长，双手双脚皆长着乌黑的指甲，隐隐散出令人心悸的幽光。
"You are clearly a cultivator of the Confucian sect, yet why do you know ghostly techniques? Moreover, the cold aura emanating from your body suggests that you're not entirely human. Could there be a bloodline connection with ghosts in the Netherworld Realm?" Lin Xuan stared into his eyes and spoke slowly.
suí hòu cǐ guǐ yī shēng páo xiāo ， rú zhǎng jīng xī shuǐ yì bān ， jiāng zhōu wéi de guǐ wù quán bù tūn luò rù dù 。 gē bēng gē bēng de shēng yīn chuán rù ěr duǒ ， nà xū yǐng kāi shǐ shí zhì huà le 。
随后此鬼一声咆哮，如长鲸吸水一般，将周围的鬼雾全部吞落入肚。咯嘣咯嘣的声音传入耳朵，那虚影开始实质化了。
The scholar's laughter abruptly stopped as he showed curiosity on his face. A cold laugh echoed in Lin Xuan's ears: "Friend, your thoughts are indeed sharp; you can see that I combined Confucian sect techniques with Netherworld Realm powers. However, you still cannot guess my identity. It seems that after all these years, the Seven Great Forces have completely forgotten our Luo family."
pū ……
噗……
"What Luo family? What Luo family?" Lin Xuan only pretended to be an Elder of the Spirit Manipulation Sect and had no idea what he was referring to. Still, from his few words, Lin Xuan could tell this person came from a distinguished background and seemed to have a grudge with the Seven Great Sects.
shū shēng zài cì yī kǒu xiān xuè pēn chū ， liǎn sè cǎn bái dào le sǐ shī de dì bù ， dàn liǎn shàng què mǎn shì xīng fèn zhī sè ：“ zěn me yàng xiǎo shēng de xuè hún zhēn guǐ gōng suī rán jǐn jǐn xiū liàn dào dì sān céng ， dàn jiè zhù líng shí bǎo wù ， zhào huàn shèng guǐ fēn niàn fù tǐ 。 cǐ guǐ de xiū wèi ， yǐ bù ruò yú dà xiū shì ， dào yǒu xiàn zài hòu huǐ yě yǐ jīng wǎn le ， fàng xīn ， wǒ bú huì màn màn jiāng nǐ shā sǐ ， huǐ qù dào yǒu de ròu shēn yǐ hòu 。 wǒ huì jiāng nǐ de yuán yīng shù fù ， rán hòu màn màn de chōu hún liàn pò 。”
书生再次一口鲜血喷出，脸色惨白到了死尸的地步，但脸上却满是兴奋之色：“怎么样小生的血魂真鬼功虽然仅仅修炼到第三层，但借助灵石宝物，召唤圣鬼分念附体。此鬼的修为，已不弱于大修士，道友现在后悔也已经晚了，放心，我不会慢幔将你杀死，毁去道友的肉身以后。我会将你的元婴束缚，然后慢慢的抽魂炼魄。”
"Let it go; if you remember our Tianzhou Luo family, people would certainly send assassins after us every year. How could we recover? Now, although our family's strength is only one-tenth of its peak, we've managed to preserve our lineage. As the dominant power in the Twelve States of Heavenly Cloud, our bloodline inherited some of the Netherworld Realm's Six Kings' powers, including the Heaven-Defying Bright King, allowing us to use some Netherworld Realm techniques," the scholar sneered as he spoke, his face radiating a hint of pride.
shū shēng yǒu xiē bìng tài de kuáng xiào zhe 。
书生有些病态的狂笑着。
Lin Xuan didn't understand any of this. What were the Netherworld Realm's Six Kings? He had never heard of them before; after all, compared to the Spirit and Demon Realms, cultivators knew little about the Netherworld Realm. However, Lin Xuan敏锐ly caught another clue: Tianzhou! (to be continued)
Femu Xuan's face turned pale. The sound of the scholar's wild laughter had already reached his ears. With a swift flick of his hand, he flipped it towards the front. The inkstone flipped over, spilling its ink onto the surface of the Qinghu Sword.
A strange fragrance instantly permeated the air. Lin Xuan was adept at碧幻幽火 (Bizarre Illusory Fiery Mist), so he wasn't afraid of poison. However, the spiritual light on the surface of the Qinghu Sword rapidly dimmed, and its connection with his divine sense became fainter.
"Ghostly煞 Yin Ink!" Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as he muttered to himself, showing a hint of surprise on his face.
He hadn't expected the other party to possess such a precious item. Ghostly煞 Yin Ink was well-known in the阴司界 (Netherworld Realm). It was said that it was made by collecting evil souls and resentful spirits, mixed with extremely yin substances from heaven and earth, then refined through very special methods.
This substance was both extremely yin and cold. If a cultivator touched even a tiny bit of it, they would be poisoned. However, the most terrifying aspect was its corrupting influence on any treasure that came into contact with it.
Any treasure that touched this would lose much of its spiritual essence and power dramatically decrease.
It was said that in ancient times, a powerful ghost from the Netherworld Realm had crossed through spatial rifts to this place. Its Ghostly煞 Yin Ink caused cultivators great distress.
Later, several high-ranking元婴 (Incubus) stage cultivators, one level above Lin Xuan, attacked together and finally eliminated it. However, the reputation of Ghostly煞 Yin Ink made cultivators wary; it was a first-rate evil item in the world.
How could such an item from the Netherworld Realm appear in the hands of a human cultivator?
Lin Xuan's expression became very serious at that moment.
Could this person have any connection with ghosts?
"Master, it is your own carelessness. They've already said that there are traces of同类 (same kind) energy on his body," Yue'er sighed, her expression tinged with reproach.
"It's my fault." Lin Xuan nodded. Recently, as his cultivation improved, he had become a bit arrogant. He paid more attention to high-ranking cultivators and barely regarded early and middle-stage Incubus stage cultivators. This was wrong; after all, few cultivators who could form an Incubus were ordinary people. Just because he had good fortune and unique abilities didn't mean the other party couldn't have them too.
Cultivation was fraught with danger at every step. One mustn't be careless.
Lin Xuan reminded himself as the light from the Qinghu Sword dimmed further. Seizing the last chance to maintain contact, Lin Xuan quickly retracted it.
The sword's surface was now dull, and some black mist lingered. He injected his mana into it, but its absorption rate had significantly slowed down. It seemed he would need a thorough ritual to restore it.
Lin Xuan flipped his hand and stored the sword in his storage bag.
Meanwhile, on the scholar's face, a sinister smile appeared as he wrote three 'fire' characters in the sky with his brush. Then, he tapped his storage bag, sending out dozens of crystal stones.
They were all high-grade ones, which Lin Xuan couldn't help but be surprised by. This person's wealth was far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.
Controlling three characters at once seemed to strain the scholar, as his face turned pale and a blood arrow shot out. The blood quickly merged with the spiritual light in the crystal stones before being absorbed into the three 'fire' characters.
A fierce wind arose from nowhere, making the sky seem darker. A cluster of ghostly flames surrounded the scholar's body on all sides, each about the size of a fist but numbering in the tens of thousands.
Lin Xuan was also taken aback, feeling his scalp tingle. But this was only the beginning. The scholar's expression turned sinister as he suddenly took a deep breath and began moving his hands wildly. Cold and eerie mist emerged from his body, filled with ghostly howls that sounded incredibly mournful.
Yue'er had spoken correctly; it seemed this strange scholar indeed had some connection to ghosts.
Rituals, ghosts, this was truly peculiar.
Unknown origins of this odd scholar, but Lin Xuan no longer held any contempt for him.
The ghostly mist enveloped the scholar's body. The wails of vengeful spirits filled his ears, and something even more bizarre occurred.
"Quick!"
With a stern expression, the scholar pointed at the air. Countless ghostly flames began to coalesce into a ten-meter-tall phantom figure in mid-air.
It was a grotesque demon with prominent horns on its head, wings gently flapping behind it. Its eyes were as large as copper bells and had an eerie purple-red hue, their pupils long and slender. Both hands and feet bore black nails that emitted a heart-stirring aura.
The ghost let out a roar like a whale sucking in water, swallowing all the surrounding ghostly mist. The sound of bones breaking filled his ears as the phantom figure began to solidify.
Puff...
The scholar coughed up another mouthful of blood, his face turning pale as death but with excitement on it: "How is it? My Blood Soul True Demon Skill has only reached its third layer, but by utilizing spiritual stones and treasures, I summoned a holy ghost's essence. This demon's cultivation is already not inferior to high-ranking cultivators. Friend, you're too late to regret now. Rest assured, I won't kill your body slowly after destroying it; I will bind your Incubus and gradually extract your soul."
The scholar laughed maniacally.
"You are clearly a cultivator of the Confucian sect, yet why do you know ghostly techniques? Moreover, the cold aura emanating from your body suggests that you're not entirely human. Could there be a bloodline connection with ghosts in the Netherworld Realm?" Lin Xuan stared into his eyes and spoke slowly.
The scholar's laughter abruptly stopped as he showed curiosity on his face. A cold laugh echoed in Lin Xuan's ears: "Friend, your thoughts are indeed sharp; you can see that I combined Confucian sect techniques with Netherworld Realm powers. However, you still cannot guess my identity. It seems that after all these years, the Seven Great Forces have completely forgotten our Luo family."
"What Luo family? What Luo family?" Lin Xuan only pretended to be an Elder of the Spirit Manipulation Sect and had no idea what he was referring to. Still, from his few words, Lin Xuan could tell this person came from a distinguished background and seemed to have a grudge with the Seven Great Sects.
"Let it go; if you remember our Tianzhou Luo family, people would certainly send assassins after us every year. How could we recover? Now, although our family's strength is only one-tenth of its peak, we've managed to preserve our lineage. As the dominant power in the Twelve States of Heavenly Cloud, our bloodline inherited some of the Netherworld Realm's Six Kings' powers, including the Heaven-Defying Bright King, allowing us to use some Netherworld Realm techniques," the scholar sneered as he spoke, his face radiating a hint of pride.
Lin Xuan didn't understand any of this. What were the Netherworld Realm's Six Kings? He had never heard of them before; after all, compared to the Spirit and Demon Realms, cultivators knew little about the Netherworld Realm. However, Lin Xuan敏锐ly caught another clue: Tianzhou! (to be continued)